Chapter 79: Chapter 64 Boiling Blood Scatter! Black Cavalry Gang Leader, Shi Zijian! 1
Su Changkong’s face was as still as water. Although he had let Dr. Huashan and the others leave ahead of him earlier, he had faintly sensed that his actions just now had attracted some attention. Worried that others might harbor intentions, he hesitated before deciding to return, only to witness the scene unfolding before him.
Riches stir the human heart, and someone from jianghu had made a direct move to rob!
“It’s… it’s him…”
The brawny man’s forehead was streaming with cold sweat as he recognized Su Changkong’s identity. As a distinguished guest of Ginseng Manor, casually taking out two thousand taels of silver to buy medicine, he was certainly no ordinary man. They had only thought to rob Dr. Huashan and his disciple without expecting to run into him!
Moreover, when he swung his full force in anger, Su Changkong managed to catch the blade with a single palm, making it impossible to even budge, a display of strength that surely belonged to a martial artist above the Divine Strength Realm!
“You dare to rob something that I, Wen Tai, have given away?” Su Changkong stared at the brawny man, his voice cold.
The brawny man’s forehead was slick with cold sweat, feeling as if his heart had stopped beating and he had fallen into a pit of ice. He barely managed to squeeze out a force smile, “Misunderstanding, a misunderstanding…” “Crack!”
Without waiting for the brawny man to offer more explanations, Su Changkong’s fingers gripping the blade condensed strength and, with a fierce squeeze, tore a piece off of the blade with a cracking sound.
“Tss!”
Su Changkong tossed his hand, and the piece of the blade he was holding sliced across the brawny man’s neck.
“Gurgle… gurgle…”
Blood spurted from the brawny man’s neck as he desperately covered the wound with his hand, unable to stanch the flow staining his fingers red. He stumbled backward a few steps and collapsed limply to the ground.
Only the tall, thin man remained, standing there in shock. Su Changkong looked up at him and said coldly, “I seem to recall you just called Mr. Wen a fool?”
“I am the fool… I am the fool! Spare my life, please!”
The tall, thin man showed a smile uglier than tears, begging for mercy again and again.
“Ptui!”
With a flick of his wrist, Su Changkong projected the shard from his hand, carrying formidable force, which struck the tall, thin man right in the center of his forehead, piercing through completely. The tall, thin man’s voice abruptly ceased as he collapsed limply to the ground.
“Crack!”
Su Changkong nonchalantly stepped over to the man in green, who had been knocked down by the handsome youth’s poisoned needle, grabbed the struggling yet immobilized man by the neck, and crushed his windpipe with a powerful squeeze, sending them all on their way.
“This…”
Dr. Huashan and the handsome youth were shaken by what they saw, a shiver running down their spines.
They had thought Mr. Wen to be a good-hearted man who could not stand injustice and generously assisted others, but Mr. Wen dispatched these three men from jianghu as if he were squashing three ants, without a flicker of expression on his face. This indicated that killing for him was as common as eating, showing no mercy!
Having dealt with the three petty thieves, Su Changkong turned back to the master and disciple, “Are you two alright?” he asked.
“We’re fine… We’re fine.” Both of them shook their heads repeatedly, inwardly marveling at Mr. Wentai’s young age yet extraordinary methods and martial arts, which were certainly exceptional in the Clearwater City area.
“Mr. Wen, thankyou for helping us once again. I… truly do not know how to repay you,” Dr. Huashan said, feeling grateful yet somewhat uneasy. He was accustomed to granting favors to others; it was the first time he owed a debt of gratitude to a young man that he found difficult to repay.
Hearing this, Su Changkong glanced at the man in green who had been struck by the poisoned needle and had already died, foam at his mouth. A thought crossed his mind, “Dr. Huashan, it seems you are quite adept at concocting poisons?”
Although the man in green was not much of a formidable martial artist, the fact that he was struck by the handsome youth’s poison-coated silver needle and fell to the ground within seconds, losing all combat capability, had caught Su Changkong’s interest. Using poison was also a way of triumphing over the strong with the weak.
“Indeed, I have some understanding,” admitted Dr. Huashan, nodding humbly. As a doctor navigating jianghu, despite not specializing in poisons, his medical knowledge included antidotes. Naturally, he was familiar with various poisons. Immediately, Su Changkong said, “Dr. Huashan, the jianghu is dangerous, and one must always be wary. Do you possess any poison that can bring down martial artists?”
“A poison that can bring down martial artists?” Dr. Huashan was stunned.
Su Changkong nodded slightly, “For example… a poison that can quickly bring down martial artists in the Qi-Blood Realm.”
This made Dr. Huashan and the handsome youth’s mouths twitch.
Martial artists, especially powerful ones, have strong physiques and high resistance to poisons. A dose that may kill a human might not affect an elephant at all!
Martial artists who have surpassed the Body Refinement Realm and undergone the Qi Blood Metamorphosis are even tougher; commonplace poisons, even if consumed in water, can hardly harm them.
Su Changkong’s request for a poison that could bring down martial artists in the Qi-Blood Realm was indeed rare.
Dr. Huashan hesitated and said, “I have indeed come across a prescription, but this poison is so dangerous that a slight mishap could result in death…”
As a doctor who heals and saves people, Dr. Huashan struggled with the idea of making poisons to harm others, but Su Changkong had been both generous and a lifesaver for him and his disciple.
Su Changkong’s eyes brightened at his words. Of course, he wanted the poison for killing, especially when facing martial artists above the Qi-Blood Realm!
In the Clearwater City area, there were few martial artists in the Body Refinement Realm who could pose a threat to Su Changkong, and virtually no martial artists in the Qi-Blood Realm, but he still needed to be prepared in case he encountered a martial artist of such caliber. From Dr. Huashan’s implication, there indeed existed a deadly poison capable of bringing down martial artists in the Qi-Blood Realm, which was precisely what Su Changkong wanted to obtain.
